Hubbard expected Emrys to say, "Why should it survive?" but apparently there was a grain of emotion left here. "It will survive. The Morethans are not--" the word seemed to stick in Emrys' throat--"monsters." "Jan," Hubbard said in a monotone, "eleven years ago, after you came to Earth for your inheritance, I became interested in Morethis--naturally enough, I suppose. I started scanning everything I could lay my hands on, and I learned a great deal about it--as much, I believe, as anyone off Morethis knows. Except, of course, you." Emrys rose and began to pace the floor. "Nobody really knows anything about Morethis. Most of what has been written is a--a pack of lies. One liar copied from another, and so they perpetuate the lie. Scandal has always sold better than truth!" Hubbard said, "There is a legend that the Morethans once had limited space travel, though no way of warping space to bring the distant stars closer, since they did not use engines. But there were many stars close to them, and they traveled from system to system, sucking each one dry. Then there were no living planets left in their sector of space, and their engineless ships could not bridge the gap to the next cluster, so they found themselves trapped on a dying planet that revolved around a dying star, and they, as a race, began to die themselves." Emrys tried to laugh. "Looks like a fine case of poetic justice, but--" "Wait. I haven't finished. The race did not die completely; it decayed. Certain among the people stayed alive through sucking the lives of the others; certain among them still kept some vestiges of the old traditions and knowledge; certain among them waited." "Is that the end of your story?" Hubbard nodded. Emrys' face was ashen. "Well, it's an old wives' tale," he sputtered. "All the Morethans want is to be able to compete on an equal basis with Earth. They don't want to be exploited, nor do they intend to...." As his eyes caught Hubbard's, his voice trailed off. "Anyhow, I'll be dead," he said. "I don't give a damn what happens after I'm dead." * * * * * Hubbard didn't believe it. He couldn't. There is no man who has not some love for his own kind, be it ever so little, merely because they look like him. "You won't tell anybody who I really am?" Emrys asked childishly. "You're still my friend, aren't you?" Hubbard sighed. Was he still this creature's friend? He didn't know. "Who would believe me?" he finally asked. "And even if they did, what's the use? Nothing can be done. The only thing that's ever protected us from the Morethans is distance. When they reach Earth, they will have already conquered us. Mental powers are always stronger than physical powers at close range." "That's right." Emrys seemed to be relieved at the idea that the question was out of his hands. "Too late now to do anything about it." Hubbard nodded. There was no way out that he could see.